Run free,
Run wild,
Run like the wind,
This way no one can hurt you.
You are the creature of the night,
You run through the darkness,
No one likes you,
No one cares,
The thing with you,
Is what you do,
You stab, slaughter and ****
Run free,
Run wild,
Run like the wind,
This way no one can hurt you.
The clock strikes midnight,
And the angry mob wait for you,
With torches,
With Pitchforks,
And with guns,
They all want a piece of you,
'Cause you stole their young'uns!
Run free,
Run wild,
Run like the wind,
This way no one can hurt you.
Hurt you!